Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"Never 'eard of 'em," Trev grunted, picking up a box of mixed treats from the top shelf, Keg would be happy to get treats period, in his opinion. The dog was spoiled enough as it was, no real need to coddle him any more than he already was.
"A bulldog. Big baby of one at that," he explained, grabbing a second box for good measure.